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I ask you nicely |
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Get my face slapped under wraps |
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What's going on precisely |
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Is there something wrong perhaps? |
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Surprise, surprise |
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(surprise, surprise) |
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It's more like a booby trap than a booby prize |
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Civil disobedience |
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From a soldier with a dirty rifle |
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You're loosening all the screws |
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That hold the hinges of my life |
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Fat cats and army brats |
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(fat cats and army brats) |
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Hep cats and dog tag pawing over girly mags |
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Pretty words don't mean much anymore |
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I don't mean to be mean much anymore |
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All I see are snapshots, bigshots, tender spots |
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Mug shots, machine slots |
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Till you don't know what's what |
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You don't know what you got |
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Curious women |
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Running after curious men |
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Curiosity didn't kill the cat |
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It was a poisoned pen |
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But there's not much choice |
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(it's hobson's choice) |
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Between a cruel mouth and a jealous voice |
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Got back to London |
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Picked a paper from the man |
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No words of consolation |
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Just cartoons and titter tatter |
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Well well, fancy that |
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(well well, fancy that) |
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Millions murdered for a kiss me quick hat |
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No backbone, blood and guts |
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Better keep your big mouth shut |
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Pretty words don't mean much anymore |
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I don't mean to be mean much anymore |
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All I see are snapshots, bigshots, tender spots |
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Machine slots, mug shots |
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Till you don't know what's what |
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You don't know what you got |
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You don't know what you got |
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You don't know what you got |
